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27 Apr 2026

Maybe It Is the Screaming

On my very routine morning, I am walking my Tiana. There is a preschool/daycare center near where we live. In the distance you can hear the kids long before you see them. My Tiana is one who likes attention and she innocently likes the attention of children. I am on more of a purpose filled journey when I take her out. Do your business so I can do more/other things; that is what I want and expect to happen. Tiana is a Shih Tzu, so it does not quite work like that.

Like many people in my age group quiet is a place/ status I would rather be around. As we walked nearer to the school the loud squealing became louder. I was not disturbed by this. I expected nothing less. Now the children are in plain sight. They are running, jumping, throwing balls, dancing about, and making all kind of noise in the process. Running seems pointless without a sound coming out of their respective mouths. Nothing can operate quietly. Why should it? How would you be able to determine if this activity is fun or not? Do they have the secret to successful movement in their tiny bodies? Can their minds process that which we older folks have forgotten?

I watched them for a few minutes as Tiana silently tried to WILL them closer. I thought and wondered why they don’t lose their voices I knew the generic answer… because they are young and their young bodies have the resilience to withstand what children do. I do not begrudge these children or any child the blessings youth affords one. I still can clearly recall this type of fun. this type of noise and our delight when someone older was annoyed with our doing some of these same things (without them knowing it).

My mind took me to a place not so long ago, a couple of weeks as a matter of fact. My friend and I were visiting a place we thoroughly enjoyed in our youth and thankfully still do. I thought of how we chatted in line waiting our turn. We were full of anticipation, excitement and a little fear. We boarded “Xcelarator“; as it took off, we began screaming to the top of our lungs and for the entirety of the rollercoaster ride we continued screaming. When the ride ended, we were breathless, like we had run a race. I smiled and thought of that experience; perfect, planned out and paid for. Then my mind said these kids have all of that without the worry, concern, and cost. I thought, ” Yeah; Maybe it is the screaming!”

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27 Apr 2026

Looking Up

I feel so fortunate to be a part of the TallTour VIP group. I have to really think about how I happened across this family of fabulously vertical people.

It was early November 2025 I was on my Facebook page and a random reel showed up about a past Tall Tour event. I was curious so I “bit”. I watched and decided I would delve deeper.

I have been noticeably tall since 3rd grade when they (schools and teachers) had kids line up in height order to go to recess, lunch, and P.E. Being a tall girl is far different than it is for a tall boy (unless you are a super tall boy over 6’3″ in my opinion). Growing up I felt like I stood out even when I just did things that were appropriate for my age. I am 5’10” and I reached that height in 6th grade! In our society we attach and make assumptions on looks. If you are a certain size, it is assumed you are older because you could NOT possibly be that tall if you are only this age. Society treats us like we were born the size we eventually reach. So, when my contemporaries were skipping, jumping rope, things a 7- or 8-year-old would do I was looked at as being odd. Random people would say things like, ” You are too big to be doing that”. Also “big” was/is used (and thought) interchangeably with tall. I was in high school before I basically “blended in”. Then the assumptions about sports began.

My experience growing up is of course NOT what everyone experiences. Some may have been better/easier, some may have been more difficult. Perspective is EVERYTHING! However, having the “TallTours” come to be and to be a part of this community is such a positive, as well as a refreshing change. Before I ever physically attended an event each picture or video I saw brought an uncontrollable smile to my face. I read such positivity in the comments. The lights in the eyes of the people at the events told a story. A story I wanted to experience and be a part of.

Though I missed events that were closer to me proximity wise, I was finally able to go to my first one in Atlanta. It was PHENOMINAL!! As a VIP we get early access that, in and of itself, is worth joining at this level. I proudly walked up to the venue in 3.5-inch heels. I love high heels though “high heels” is subjective here. I had the uncontrollable smile as I started to see other people who were eye level and above to me. It felt like a homecoming.

We stood out and fit in all at the same time. It felt incredibly NORMAL and that felt strangely comfortable. As I looked at the people who were NOT a part of this event, it was amusing when they became aware that we were tall and there were a number of us. I chatted with my fellow “giraffes”, but I was taking everything in. I was thinking of what I expected versus what was actually taking place. Remembering literary works that addressed GIANTS, Gulliver’s Travels, The Story of David and Goliath in the Bible. A television series called, “Land of The Giants” and a movie ” Attack of the 50 Foot Woman”… I probably could go on with references but those were the ones that came to mind immediately and I snickered to myself.

Inside there was more of the same vibe. However, as we came into more exclusive surroundings we spread our wings of sorts. Moving about freely. We were approachable and accommodating. There were hugs and photos being taken all around. There was a sense of pride, and I must say some of the best-looking folks in such a space I had ever seen. Beautiful inside and out was very apparent. The energy was boundless.

I have two events under my belt and look forward to more; or should I say, “Looking forward to Looking Up”.

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26 Apr 2026

I Just Sat Down and Cried

Media is all over our lives. Everyone has a page or a profile on one platform or another maybe several. The point here is there are plenty of places to see what is happening around you with family, friends, associates, and strangers.

Times gets away from us in our busy lives. The calendar year may have twelve months, but I find myself gaging it by things that make sense to me in my world. My family member’s birthdays mark seasons, and seasons determine how quickly my year will go by. This was altered several years ago. The losses mounted and with each loss my center was changed. My life was virtually unrecognizable especially and perhaps exclusively to me.

The days turn into weeks, month, years, etc. It has been a decade since this tumultuous journey I am on began. Yet it still feels like the day it all began. I can still smell the fragrances in the air, hear the sounds and experience the pain. Sometimes I look at people who have had similar experiences, they appear to be better than I am as far as coping is concerned. I remind myself I only see what they allow me to see. I realize that there are many people who do not know me well, are not aware of what I have gone through and what I feel daily. On the surface I appear somewhat normal just as the others I spoke of do to me.

On a daily basis we go through the motions, and we manage to successfully do what is needed. The fresh psychological wounds are calm, at least on the surface. Like looking away as your doctor gave you an injection when you were a child; the pain was not as bad because you were surprised by it. We have grown slightly accustomed to them, we know they are with us and we function anyway.

A few days ago, as I scrolled through my social media accounts, reading posts, checking emails a series of older photos came up. I love photos, everyone’s photos, I quite naturally started looking through these pictures. They were of family vacations, graduations, and holidays several years ago. Years that my family was intact. I was not consciously thinking about how my life had been ripped apart. I was focused on the smiles and how clearly, I could hear the voices. My memory was transporting me to these places, spaces, and time periods without me being aware. Then it started happening, the faces awakened my awareness that these precious people of my life were no longer here with me. They no longer shared my time, space, and life in a manner that I could physically touch them, but I felt them. I felt their very being, their souls. I felt the losses all over again, I felt empty and drained. I got up from the spot I was occupying in a trancelike state. I walked over to my window and looked out for a few seconds, then I just sat down and cried.

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26 Apr 2026

How Many Times Before It Registers

My health and fitness journey began quite by accident. I was 15 and quite overweight. I had not gotten to a place where I could be happy with being tall. Therefore, being identified as tall and overweight was often just shortened to big. Exactly what a teenaged girl wants to be thought of as. I longed for invisible. I did what I could to NOT be noticed. It worked but NOT without incident.

Christmas break brought about a change that I did not see coming and it took a while to register. I was ill the first week and because I got a bike, my best friend and I used to ride to the beach nearly every day. Clothes “suddenly” were too big. I thought to myself (never would I say aloud for fear of my very life) my mother must have done something to them when she laundered them. I was delusional. Laundering clothing rarely (if ever) causes them to become too big. Shrinkage is the common problem. This thought pattern is a testament to the state of mind I had to have been in.

In a conscious sense, I did not realize I was overweight. I was tall/big, so that made my contemporaries appear little. I (never compared my big to their little. The proportions were enough of an explanation for me. It is funny how the mind works. It protects us even when we are not aware that we need protection. It took me years to realize that the individual I looked at in the mirror was internally the same being but on the exterior a transformation had taken place. Perhaps it was difficult to see because I had not been the one who initiated the change. It was nature, behavior and conditions brought about the change without my even noticing it.

Now as we enter another phase of life, growth and development manifest quite differently than what we became accustomed to. Growing older takes on a level of awareness that we do not want to accept. Things are going backward and slowing down. Just when we thought we had a handle on how life would flow, things were making sense, registering if you will our understanding changed.

We are left in a place that dictates we pay attention to the tiniest of details and at the same time we must not misinterpret those tiny details. Additionally, we must decipher which tiny ones actually count and which ones can be disregarded. How big should a small spot on our skin be in order for us to go into the doctor and have it checked for melanoma? How high should our blood pressure be lest we concern ourselves about heart attack and or stroke? Did I make the payment for my property taxes? We forget thoughts mid-sentence, we cannot find our keys, and we just laid them down… And we wonder why we forget “stuff”.

One would think it would be easy to slow down and take a breath, but when you watch more and more of your contemporaries deteriorate or suddenly pass away how do you manage that? I don’t have any answers, merely observations and things I try to practice myself. 1st realize the process of dying started taking place the moment we took our first breath. We have no more control of that now than we did then; barring dangerous and unhealthy physical practices (you know what you do). Next take to heart something we have been hearing in one way or another throughout our lives… “Don’t sweat the small stuff. AND it’s all small stuff.” If it seems remotely familiar then ask yourself, “How many times does this have to happen, How many times do I have to travel these paths before I get the gist of these simple concepts?” How many times before it registers.

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26 Apr 2026

And I Love Him…

Basking in the residue of time spent with him“; my body and mind tell me what I resist admitting. I AM a romantic and I LOVE “LOVE “. He simply is the personification of it. Therefore, when I feel the need to not just show him, but to say this it takes all that is within me to take hold of myself and STOP. STOP before disaster strikes. STOP, before I turn over my soul, my very being to one who clearly does not care about me in a significant way.

This is “middle school“. There he is. You see him navigating down the crowded hall between classes trying to arrive at his destination on time. You must do the same, but you chance being late to catch that glimpse of him. WHY would you do that? WHY would you risk YOUR wellbeing for a brief look at one who doesn’t even see you or know you exist?

40 years later you are back where you started. You see you developed a pattern, way back when you were developing. When you were becoming who you were going to be, you interrupted that personal growth for someone else. It felt good, it felt nice to temporarily be distracted from your own reality to become emersed in what was oh-so-pleasant. Then it ended or did it…

Life plays tricks on us; what seems like and ending can often times be a pause, what seems like love is merely a game or an ego trip (that door swings both ways). We find ourselves in the middle of the turmoil and confusion charged with the job of translating. Translating can be quite daunting, especially when you do not speak the “language“. Ill-equipped we push forward anyway with results that are often, at best, random.

For some reason that boy from “middle school” has once again invaded your life. Circumstances and sad coincidence put the two of you in the same place. The memories, of what was versus what ACTUALLY was, have blurred lines. It seems different, he seems different (4 decades tend to bring about changes). However, no different than before YOU see what YOU want to see, what YOU need to see in order for this thing that IS happening again make sense. What will stop YOU, who will tap YOU on the shoulder? It will invariably be him and your subconscious; these two elements are quite familiar with one another. “They” recognized this disaster from the very start, and “they” recognize this same energy now. Therefore, all YOU have to do is select the “correct door”. The door that will lead to what YOU want and what is best for YOU. They should be the same. They are not and against your better judgement YOU do what YOU did before, your excuse/explanation is it will be right this time …and I love him.

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25 Apr 2026

Just Like The Rats?

Several years ago…ok a couple of decades ago I read a piece about how rats respond to their environment. I was quite surprised by the finding. I had always thought of the little creatures as filthy, diseased, vermin. They incited a feeling of disgust and avoidance. This study, however, was suggesting that these rodents are products of their environment. It suggested that if the environment were to be changed so would the behavior of these animals.

I live in a senior complex (55 years old and above permitted). I expected that there should be peace, serenity, comfort and cleanliness. Much to my surprise, there were shortcomings. Retirement in a small city has afforded me a bit of flexibility. Flexibility with my time at first was barely noticed, but now I find myself going through the motions as though I actually have a plan or schedule to keep. When I depart from that delusional behavior, I put myself in a state that gives me gratification in doing something productive. For example, I see areas of concern that affects all of the residents, I promptly report these shortcomings. As you might imagine this is often met with mixed reactions.

Enter the perceived “rat-like” behavior. 80 units is not a very large complex, my expectations are high, perhaps very high. Some of my neighbors, while appreciative of having such a place to live in, tend to disregard others who live here. Not a great deal of loud music, this is sort of surprising because as we age and our individual functions break down. What we have an abundance of is mindless littering, because there are more than one or two individuals residing in a controlled contained area. The overlapping fosters an environment where my dirt can and will overlap yours, even if I am inconsiderate of the fact I am not the only one who occupies the area. This is especially true of common areas. Spills on the floors, papers discarded by merely abandoning them wherever one decides to leave them, hand and fingermarks on walls, elevators, and glass doors; these infractions while unsightly not cause for extreme concern (except when have a former cleaning business owner that is a basic clean freak). The thing(s) that disturb and concern someone like me are matters of health and hygiene in addition to the aesthetic. Our cleaning crew is inadequate by my standards (one lone woman who has 3 levels to clean). She misses a lot. When I get in the elevators (which I try not to) and I see where someone who undoubtedly lives here has blown their nose and utilized the wall for a tissue I am both angered and disgusted. I think, ” They are vermin”. Truth is they are worse.

When then overcrowding happened with the rats there was filth, disease, and rampant discord (fighting, some so violent death occurred). Now perhaps this is an oversimplified, even extreme version of society examined from a tiny cross-section (my complex). Yet all one has to do is see the similar pattern. My complex is not overcrowded; it is mismanaged and understaffed. Few residents care; they are happy to be housed. It is sad that we as seniors feel lucky to have the minimum requirements for life. However, that does not excuse or exclude “us” from behavior that has NOTHING to do with our particular stage of life. I venture to say when these individuals were younger, the same nasty habits exhibited were a part of who they were then, and this is merely a continuation of bad habits acquired earlier in life. Once again, the rats are still better disciplined and or behaved than people. The rats are responding to environment and circumstance, that is very different from making conscious decisions or choices.

My simple solution would be simply move. I certainly have tried to organize to give my neighbors a sense of pride and responsibility. I actually have done some of the cleaning myself. Perhaps they think I am crazy and disregard my words as the ramblings of a mad woman trying to make them do work at this late stage of life, when all they want to do is sleep, eat, and rock on the porch. In that instance they are exactly like the rats, stuck with no place to go and this is their way of dealing with it.

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13 Apr 2026

They Challenge Us To Be Better

We all have a person in our lives to make us aware of the right thing to do, even when we are NOT trying to rise above it all.

There I was ready to relay a story, but I did not have anyone to tell it to. Audience is major when you perform, present, relay information This was the second time in a matter of days that I felt this way. Another dilemma I faced was sharing and my story being misinterpreted. I had to be deliberate and selective. I knew who I wanted to share with, but the trust factor was undeniable. My other choices I felt would not appreciate the seriousness of the matter. However, I was about to burst!

I want to believe I am a good person. Harmless. If I cannot help you, I certainly will not harm you. Yet, I am well aware of the fact that I am very much human. I battled with the first incident. Each time I saw one of the individuals I wanted to share my story with, I kept questioning what I was willing to sacrifice. I actually like each of the people, but I felt unsure of how much I trusted them. I decided my story was better kept to myself. After all, if you were not familiar with the “players” you would have had to be there.

The next story was personal. It was all about preference in dating and specifically mine. I do not feel like I have to defend that and I am honest and open about that. Needless to say, most of us know when a person is interested in them. In spite of making my choices clear, I was still approached. Sometimes it is laughable sometimes it is annoying. This situation was becoming annoying. Yet I was not willing to simply cut ties. He simply held a job in an industry that I refuse to consider in looking for a companion. He said he was fine with being friends, platonic friends. He was also slightly arrogant. I took on the “you asked for it” attitude.

I told my story to one of my moral compasses, her reaction let me know that I would not share it or the other situation with the second person I held in high esteem. She made it clear she did not approve. It silenced me. I did not expect such a judgmental response, but she truly is a good human. I found myself filled with regret, regret in doing what I did and regret for entertaining the idea of the next step. She thought I was not happy that I had shared the information with her and I would filter future stories…nothing could be farther from the truth. You see she reeled me back in. I was not sure that I would meet with something equally bad, but she made me think about who I actually am. Unapologetic but I did feel bad that I was allowing myself to be reduced to that type of being. It did not matter how I justified it.

I returned to the first incident. I realized that I would just have to let it go. I also knew I really did not want to. Therefore, what I needed to work on was the desire to gravitate towards the negative. What I needed was my friend to shake me into realizing I cannot have it both ways. I cannot be a good person and continue to play in the not-so-good person’s area. She forced me to look at this in a fashion that made it impossible to ignore, and she also made me look at that individual i was at that point in time. I did not like what I saw.

We humans carry an assortment of emotions and attitudes, but if we are constantly pushing and placing the responsibility elsewhere then if things end up in conflict to our liking, we have to assume some responsibility. We don’t always want that. These good folks, these moral compasses, remind us of these facts. They truly challenge us to be better.

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12 Apr 2026

Quick Thoughts Leave You Quickly

As someone who considers themselves a writer, I test several methods and ways to get my ideas into a visual form for sharing. Technology has given us many gifts. There are tools that seemingly will allow “us” to produce at the speed of light. This of course is an exaggeration. The ideas still need to be borne from our minds… correct

Currently I am working on being motivated and deliberate. I want to not just begin my pieces; I want to complete them. My biggest challenge is completions. I start just fine but then I get distracted. Once I disconnect for a moment my focus is in another area and eventually my body follows the lead of my mind.

Memory is a funny thing at this juncture in life. Many of my contemporaries worry that tiny lapses are indications of something far more serious. However, that is not always the case. We have to learn that while we must advocate for ourselves, we must give ourselves grace and if we are still truly troubled by health and/or behavior changes, seek out the advice of a trained professional.

Here is the connection; my situation and this particular piece are guided by my writing, mountains of information, and memory. I begin my process of writing, I have to process the information, research it, draw conclusions, and get it written. When distractions take me out of my headspace, I lose something, I forget. I become aggravated but should I be alarmed? At this point I say, no. I say I need to find a way to retain the thoughts and thought processes. This is old fashioned, but for fear of stating the obvious, I am old. Writing down brief notes helps me remember what I intend to write about. It works. Do you know how I know it works? Well, it is quite simple; when I do not employ this process, I forget. I spend a great deal of time trying to recover the idea I wanted to address but neglected to write down. Then I am stuck, stuck because I cannot let go of the idea I had and stuck because I cannot recover it beyond knowing I had this idea.

Is this cause for concern, should I consult with the geriatric department for testing? I think not, at least for now. I think I need to slow down and employ the process I know works, because I have seen time and again what happens when I do not. I get a first-hand lesson in how quick thoughts leave quickly.

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11 Apr 2026

Sometimes It Just Doesn’t Seem Real

2:13 in the morning, I am actually preparing to go to sleep. I made the mistake of napping earlier in the evening. I am restless, but very aware I need to get that REM sleep. The tele has gone into the inactive state. Now images from my picture library are appearing. I pay them little attention, but then an image of Jay (my late son), Carlton, and Wes (my late husband) appear. It is Jay’s 1st birthday. His face and hands look as though they were dipped in the chocolate frosting. They are all smiling, clearly posing, but they is a sense of joy on their faces. I stop in the midst of my sleep preparation and allow myself to immerse myself in that moment in time. A time when my family was intact, a time where I could not fathom 38 years in the future. The place I currently occupy. For a brief millisecond that feeling is real.

I hear Wes’ voice; I see the kids’ irrepressible smiles. I feel “at home”. Then, my consciousness awakens. I am alone in my bedroom. My “Tiana’ sleeps at my feet (for now). Without thinking but surely knowing, my eldest is in another state with his family, my youngest son and my husband are no longer here on Earth with me. The overwhelming sadness engulfs me. I do not breakdown on the outside, but on the inside what I feel simply returns to the place it has occupied for the past 8 years, ever-present and unwavering.

For a short period in time, we can sometimes let our mind do what is needed, so that we can continue to function. We never forget; we simply learn to manage or let the forces within us take on and take over, that which we are not equipped to. The truth is sometimes it just doesn’t seem real.

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08 Apr 2026

Proportionately Smaller

I stood patiently (not really but visually that was the case) in line at my favorite bath and body works store; I thought,” Why didn’t I just go to the counter before these two!?” I had a chance but no I had to walk around one more time, just in case I missed some-little-thing. I saw them interacting in my peripheral vision, just waiting for someone to notice them. Were they mother, daughter, and grandbaby in arms? Were they two good friends on a shopping venture? I didn’t know, I didn’t care. What I did I know, I was annoyed far beyond what I was willing to display. 30 years working for the Federal Government taught me the virtue of patience. Don’t think what I possess is admirable, it is merely a tool. A tool that allows me to NOT expend my energy on things that are ultimately pointless. Yet as I stood waiting, I could not help but notice the one I would call the mother. She was wearing a short set. It was cute, she was tiny. However, she was wearing block high heels.

My mind wandered as the transaction seemed to go on endlessly. Little attention was paid to this woman because she was, for lack of a better term, an acceptable height. She was non-threatening, because she did not take up a great deal of space. No one or nothing was disrupted, because she was present. The balance was NOT thrown off due to her basically blending in. I then thought of how less than 24 hours earlier I was “teased” about how short my skort/split skirt was. When in actuality my outfit was no shorter than what this woman wore. I have developed a Teflon coating, if you will, when it comes to what I appear like. You see, people like me are held to a different standard. We give a bit of a real illusion. Like the words illuminated on some side mirror of vehicles…”object may appear closer…” With folks like me, particularly women, we may appear larger than life. Then one is left with what is the definition of or the defining point when you say, “larger than life”. Yet from the vantage point of those who are proportionately smaller, we do not fit.

Quick facts 2-3% of the GLOBAL population is 6 feet tall.in the United States 14.5% of men are 6ft and 1% of the women. The average height of the American man is 5’9″ and the American woman is 5’3.5″. These are rough estimations from internet sources. Still, I say look around your immediate environment, that will tell you a story. For the record I am 5’10” in this instance, I AM proportionately smaller.

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